O Gracious Christ, Thy power reveal,
And let Thy sin-sick servant live;
Speak but the word, for Thou canst heal,
And from its wounds my soul relieve.
My stricken soul for succour cries,
For Thou, O Lord, compassion art;
Now, while I lift my pleading eyes,
Thy healing grace in love impart.
Thou, Lord, didst journey long ago,
Where sick and sorrowing lives were spent;
And Thou didst heed the call of woe,
And joy and health from heaven were sent.
And Thou hast power to-day as then,
And Thou with love art loving still;
Still art Thou with the sons of men
Thy healing mission to fulfil.
Teach me, O Christ, my rest to find
From all my sickness and my care,
Upon Thy love exceeding kind,
That finds the needy everywhere.